Mascara hides the sleepless nightsYears of abuse, the downs and highsA lonely drunk staggers on stageWeathered and worn, battered and broken, I feel my ageLike a puppet on strings, look he strums and he sings, I feel like a cartoonI'm alone on the stage, I'm the man on the moonI'm the deer in the headlights, I'm the fish in the bowlI'm on automatic pilot, I am remote controlledJust a second guitarist, playing on the 3rd stringI'm the disclaimer, I'm a walking routineI'm happily a cog, stand me up, plug me inLike a robot I play all the songs, with a grinI am Eric Melvin